the mind of a wallflower: short story compilation

stalker

Hi guys, I was suppose to upload this yesterday since it is Halloween but I figured it should be on the mark for some of you guys from somewhere around the world. :D hope you enjoy.

oh and this is something different... hehehehehe

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Could you guess who's the real stalker?

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There is a fine line between serendipity and stalking.

~ David Coleman

_______________________________Veronica's POV_________________________________

I could feel the beads of sweat runnig down my back,

one.

two

three

three drops dripping on the hard earth. 

my mind was silently screaming praying that He did not hear them fall.

the sense of fear would only cause trouble and believe me;

I have more than enough trouble to contend with.

My stomach clenched horribly as I sensed him getting closer, I could feel the warmth radiating through his body seeping through the rose bush where I was concealed, I silently retreated backwards adding a sufficient amount into the multitude of scars that caresses my body. 

My clothes snagged at the thorns,my bare feet dug into the earth. cold  sweat drenched my skin making me look like the shell of the person that I was.

I waited with baited breath for him to notice me, a slight tilt of his head or a dilation of his pupils will warn me, I tightened my grip on the blade in my hand. One tiny movement and I will end this half a decade of  agony.

but no...

He stood there a couple of inches from where I am, I could see his sharp profile illuminated by the street lights. He was handsome, ruggedly so. His eyes were deep and blue,  filled with an emotion I was familiar with; fear and anger. I smiled.  

He fears me too. finally he is beginning to comprehend. 

The knife dug deeper into my hands.

my moment will come. 

soon!

The night was steadily getting darker, the park was empty besides us. both frozen.

waiting...

waiting...

waiting...

 ___________________Vincent's POV________________________

She's here.

I could feel her

I could smell her

I could taste her

....

She's here, waiting. watching.

strange how one woman can cause such a horrible mess,  how an innocent gesture could lead to fiery obsession, how one night could change everything.

The street lights are giving me a headache, I am not used to such lights, then again. I am not used to being outside this late at night.

... but it has to be done.